IT’S BEEN ONE OF THOSE DAYS FOR HOW LONG NOW???
DO THE MARTINI’S REALLY EVER NEED TO STOP???
time.
the clock on the wall. the alarm clock. the grandfather clock. the battery operated clock.
clocks. all telling us to move so we can get to work on time, take our breaks on time, etc. clocks reminders of all the anxieties that lay in wait.
time is not on our side. i used to feel it once was, but that emotion has slipped away like the granules of sand slipping through my tightly clenched fist.
life is so short yet we have to always be in a hurry. a rush to go nowhere fast. the amount of stress time has caused in my life causes significant health issues and develops into a panicked anxiety. so my job is 40 mins away from home, but if i hit an accident en route i am destined to be late. well new management…no more being late or you get written up. after my 3rd write up i thought it favorable for my person to always arrive early or on time. i just can’t even convey the emotional stress this has put on me. a woman who suffers heavy anxiety. what happens you ask??? i go home every night and drink my three martini’s. i feel like it’s a personal vendetta and the clock on the wall is not helping me to feel any better. i can’t control the universe and what will be will be. so i give this worry over to you Lord my Almighty.
not really sure what this article is for, but needed to share
